CHAPTER FOUR
I was theirs. A love-slut owned by the lesbian and the pervert. For a delirious three months during that Spring, they awakened, used and owned my submissive soul.
Thursdays belonged to Galen, where with predictable regularity we sucked and f****d and sometimes spanked our way to intimate pleasure. She was steady, certain, probably and conventional about s*x, if in being lesbian she could be considered conventional. Her lifestyle was far from mainstream but her kinks were mild, and never played out with the aggressive hand Dale used with such skill. She was all that Dale was not, solid, fixed and calm, and because of that, I decided, these many years later, she managed to keep me sane during my insane love affair with Dale Joyce. Maybe there was some collusion on their part.
